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Sep 03, 2022
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My Conversation With a Famous Poet- Challenge #19
Music flowing in a hypnotic beat
Riding each note to get a little closer
The crowd parted through a haze of reefer
Left to fall behind on the street
There in the middle
Sitting cross legged was he
Looking up from his notebook
Calling out to me
I knelt at his feet
As he started to speak
"Indian's scattered on dawn's highway bleeding..."
For a moment, I couldn't breathe
His eyes danced as he continued the verse
Every bit of me entangled in every part
When it was over, he took a hit and held my hand
Sharing spoken word that had never been
And just as our lips came close together,
The alarm went off and the dog jumped on the bed
It was time to get up
And shake the dream from my head
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Geezer
2 years 9 months ago
A very good...
piece, although I cannot figure the famous poet. Maybe another clue? ~ Geez.
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RoseBlack
2 years 9 months ago
Think music/poetry combined
This person was both a musician and poet, think 60's/70's
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Geezer
2 years 9 months ago
A man that was...
taken before his time. John Lennon was my first thought! ~ Geez.
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RoseBlack
2 years 9 months ago
Close...
While taken too soon, this individual passed away in July of 1971
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Geezer
2 years 9 months ago
Hmmmm...
I will have to think on that.
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RoseBlack
2 years 9 months ago
He was
one of the Trifecta....Joplin, Hendrix....
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Geezer
2 years 9 months ago
Yeah...
I got it right after I hung up! Jim Morrison!
RoseBlack
2 years 9 months ago
:)
Glad it gave you a challenge :)
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Jackweb
2 years 9 months ago
Excellent !
Well published, bravo, beautiful, expressive and distinctive words. You are creative at what you gave. You are always brilliant.
Love this!!!
'His eyes danced as he continued the verse'
'And shake the dream from my head'
Beautiful write!
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RoseBlack
2 years 9 months ago
Thank you, Jack!
I always said I was born several years too late and had I had the opportunity to talk to Jim Morrison, just once, I imagine it would have gone something like the above.
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RoseBlack
2 years 9 months ago
Always the dog....
Glad you liked it!
Candlewitch
2 years 7 months ago
I still listen
to the doors and watch the movie. one of my favorite songs was "Love Street" it was like an Island or a safety zone in a grenade range. of course, I had darker faves, too. he was a great poet and lyricist in a troubled time.
*hugs, Cat
RoseBlack
2 years 7 months ago
Morrison
Is by far one of my favorite lyricists and poets. Everything about him was brilliant. My favorite is The End.
Candlewitch
2 years 7 months ago
dear Carrie,
Yessss! that is also one of mine! it is one that truly haunts the soul... it reaches right down and grabs a person by the guts. I was twenty in '71. and scrabbling to get out of my own way. the music of the 70'sand 80's was a lifeline.
*hugs & respect, Cat
RoseBlack
2 years 7 months ago
It pulls me in
His voice is hypnotic...almost trance like...The End was the predecessor to his poem the Hitchhiker and then Riders on the Storm. Leaves chills when he drops the final note about letting go...
Candlewitch
2 years 7 months ago
his music
I wrote some of my best poems when listening to the doors. unfortunately, my second husband burned my notebooks. he also took my best friend to bed...
RoseBlack
2 years 7 months ago
Mine
Was the doors and Steppenwolf. Steppenwolf is forever my favorite. Morrison was a different kind of favorite. Steppenwolf was the stable rational part of things...Morrison was the darker, fantasy part.
Candlewitch
2 years 7 months ago
dear Carrie,
I'm glad that you had them all, for a well-rounded experience. at that time, the darker side was my reality. there was a lot of terrible things going on in my life, prior family was raging with destruction. home was disintegrated with both abandonment and betrayal. somehow I got through it.